What makes you an expert? Is it your drive to learn? Is it pride and a dislike of looking stupid at something? For me it’s the latter. There have been times in my life where my inexperience has shown through in my job, my art, and my life. My answer to this drive to perfection is to crack open the books, research the problem or situation, find out what other people have done to become experts in whatever the area may be. When I first started as a reservation agent at a major airline I kept getting asked about the Los Angeles International Airport. So, the first chance I got I flew down for the day to check it out. I spent the day exploring the area of my inexperience. Karyoke is another place I refuse in my pride to do without practice. And a lot of it. The other area I have studied to overcome my shortcomings is relationship. I have never been very good at that. But, for the last 10 years I have made a study of what makes a great relationship. I am by no means an expert and I have had very little opportunity to put what I have learned into practice, but I can say this, I have been able to help others improve on what they have. I’m no expert, but loving people and wanting to make their lives better is worth the study, and the preparation for a great relationship of my own.
Something I have been learning recently is that to truly let go. To let go of something or someone you have to be willing to let go. Just saying that you want to doesn’t work unless your heart is in it. My heart is not in letting go of someone I love and I don’t know if it will ever be.
I am sooo confused! I thought LinkedIn was a networking site for business professionals, right? Well, I just discovered that some people of the male persuasion have miss understood it as a dating site. Just too confused, and angry to write about anything else.
The little boy sat there and stared. He had been sitting there for the last hour looking at the ball stuck up on the highest shelf. It was way too far away, and he wanted really bad. It was up there because he’d thrown it up there last night before bed. He was having fun throwing it in the air and sometimes hitting the ceiling, but the last time it hit the ceiling fan and it got stuck in a place he couldn’t get to. Mommy, Daddy, and Grandma were still in bed and Sissy was busy coloring and ignoring him. So, he sat there thinking in his 2 year old mind, how and what could he use to reach the ball that was his current obsession. Suddenly, he jumped up, he had an idea, now if he could get a chair from the kitchen without Sissy calling up an alarm waking everyone up. He looked at his sister, yup, she was still ignoring him. He grabbed the nearest chair and started pulling it toward the shelf. When he got it there he checked on his sister again, still nothing. Running back to the chair he scrambled up and reached out his finger tips touched the ball. Amazingly, careful for a 2 year old, he got his hands around the ball and suddenly it came free. In the next minute he was back to throwing his ball up in the air laughing loudly waking up the house.
With all the hype about this year’s presidential election, we all need to take a serious look beneath the surface of what the candidates and the media are showing us. I’ve been spending a lot of time looking at the candidates, and it will probably take the rest of the summer to weed through everything to make my decision. So far, in my opinion, we have a guy who woke up one morning and decided to run for president, a woman who wouldn’t know integrity if it bit her, and a seasoned politician who knows how to get things done in Washington. America has some serious issues and problems, and the one person who might make things better is running against total corruption. If there was ever a time for Divine intervention in America, that time is now. Whether you believe in God or not, if you believe in a higher power, pray!
Following on the challenge I received last Sunday night, I am thinking it is time to take a closer more serious look at my country, state, and local governments. What really are the issues that need to be addressed? How will the candidates deal with the issues, and how will their solutions directly affect my life and the people who live in my country? How will their solutions affect the planet? Take these questions and thoughts through your day, and take the time to look closely at the candidates, and pray that in November the candidate with the most integrity and ability is granted the privilege of running our country.
Do you remember when you were a kid and you got a scrape or a cut? What did you do? If you were anything like me you went straight to your mom crying and wanting relief. So, what happened then? If your mom was anything like mine, it got cleaned out with hydrogen peroxide. It didn’t hurt, but it was kind of weird watching the yucky stuff bubble out of the wound, and each time it was applied less and less bubbled up. It would be clean and you would get a band-aid to keep it clean. Well, it went that way for me until I couldn’t leave the scab alone. It seemed as soon as it scabbed over I’d be picking at it. I tried not to but it just begged to be picked. And it did cause a scar. But each time it was re-introduced to the peroxide again. But you know it always healed and each time I picked the scab the pressure from inside would decrease as the blood was allowed to flow and the wound was cleaned.
Now, I’m a grandmother and nothing has changed except that I have added picking at emotional wounds in addition to not keeping my hands off the my physical scabs. But that’s not all. It seems I can’t resist helping my friends with picking at their emotional wounds and seeing them healed as well. Being there to help clean away the yucky emotional bubbles that come up when the pressure is relieved from under the emotional scab. This is no joke, if I think in my own small mind that my friend is hurting under the pressure of a scabbed over emotional wound, I will do all I can to relieve that pressure and help them get all the yuck out. I mean who wants to walk around with all that yuck and emotional infection festering inside them, right?
Anyway, I am writing this as I wait for my soul mate to blow up at me for picking at his scabs. There is a reason for the nick name he used to call me years ago. I have a hard time letting things go. But I keep having a phrase Hagrid uses in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets – “Better out than in.”